Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Yang Sixue showed no intention of dodging. Zhao Dong's Spiritual Energy surged within him, and he shot out like an arrow loosed from its bow!

Just as the car was about to hit her, he grabbed Yang Sixue in a tight embrace and leaped out of its path.

Zhao Dong crashed heavily onto the ground. Yang Sixue, cradled in his embrace, was unharmed.

Her face was as pale as paper. Her hair and clothes, soaked by the rain, clung to her trembling body, making her look utterly pitiful.

Zhao Dong couldn't suppress the rage in his heart. Gripping Yang Sixue's shoulders, he roared, "Are you out of your fucking mind? He's just a scumbag! Is he worth all this?"

Tears immediately streamed down Yang Sixue's face. "You're yelling at me..."

"So what if I'm yelling at you? If I'd known you were like this, I never should have fucking stood up for you! The stupidest thing in the world is hurting yourself over someone who doesn't love you back! Do you hear me? If you keep this up, you'll be nothing but a complete idiot!"

The downpour seemed to separate them from the rest of the world. In this world of rain, all Yang Sixue could hear was Zhao Dong's voice; all she could see was his face.

She could no longer hold back. Throwing her arms around Zhao Dong, she sobbed, "Zhao Dong, am I that useless? I actually fell for a man like him... and I'm still heartbroken. How could I be so pathetic!"

Tears poured from her eyes as she cried hysterically, her sobs wracked with heartbreak.

It was clear that Cheng Haoyuan's betrayal had dealt her a massive blow.

Zhao Dong remained silent, letting Yang Sixue hold him and cry her heart out.

After some time, Yang Sixue stopped crying. Zhao Dong gently stroked her head. "Feeling better?"

Yang Sixue wiped away her tears and said calmly, "Much better. I'm completely over that scumbag now."

She looked at Zhao Dong and shyly pulled away from his embrace, a mix of gratitude and bashfulness coloring her expression, her eyes still slightly red. "Thank you for comforting me."

"It's nothing. I'll take you home. Qingyun asked me to look after you, and I'd be worried if you went back alone."

"Okay..."

As Zhao Dong helped Yang Sixue to her feet, his expression suddenly turned a little unnatural.

Due to the rain, her tight-fitting slip dress clung to her body, outlining every curve. The damp fabric highlighted two beautiful, seductive mounds trembling like a pair of ripe peaches. From Zhao Dong's angle, he had a perfect view of her deep, alluring cleavage—he could see almost everything.

Zhao Dong's throat suddenly went dry. She's a top-tier goddess, after all! Naturally seductive and beautiful, and with a figure like that... He almost had a nosebleed.

Yang Sixue noticed his stare. Her pretty face flushed red, and she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance. "You're such a pervert!"

"Men will be men!"

"Do you want to look?" Yang Sixue suddenly blinked her big eyes.

Zhao Dong was taken aback. He coughed awkwardly. "Why are you asking that?"

Yang Sixue swayed her ample chest and giggled. "Don't all men like looking at these?"

"Maybe..."

"So, do you like to look?"

"...I do."

Yang Sixue's cheeks flushed an even deeper red. In a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, she said, "I... I told you before that I'd do one thing for you, right? If you want to look... I... I can let you have a peek."

BOOM. Zhao Dong's mind went blank, and it felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head!

He stared at Yang Sixue, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

Yang Suxu... the goddess of countless fans, a pop star, a singer, my own idol... is actually going to let me look... at that?

Zhao Dong's head was spinning. This was just too intense.

He swallowed hard, his breath coming out hot. Forcing himself to stay in control, he said, "Let's... not talk about that right now. Get in the car before you catch a cold."

Yang Sixue looked at Zhao Dong with a flushed face and silently walked toward the car.

After getting into Yang Sixue's red Audi Q7, Zhao Dong took the driver's seat.

He glanced around the car. Several small dolls were placed in the back, and a few photos hung from the center console.

They were pictures of Yang Sixue from various concerts. In them, she looked especially beautiful and enchanting, like a fairy.

Yang Sixue lounged in the passenger seat, propping her long, beautiful legs up on the dashboard and tying her hair into a messy bun.

She looked out the window, her perfect profile delicate and beautiful, with a hint of cute playfulness.

Zhao Dong glanced over. With her legs propped up like that, her skirt had ridden high up her thighs, revealing the enticing curve of her hip and making his heart race.

He mentally berated himself. Calm down. Get a grip. This is Lin Qingyun's best friend!

The heater hummed softly, a stark contrast to the heavy downpour outside. The car was so quiet that you could hear every breath...

A faint, sweet fragrance filled the air, and the atmosphere suddenly felt charged and intimate...

"Zhao Dong..."

"Hmm?"

"I... I want to say something to you, but I'm afraid you might mind."

"Go ahead. I won't mind."

"Okay, I'll tell you... but you have to promise not to tell Qingyun."

Zhao Dong paused. "Alright. Go on."

Yang Sixue hesitated for a moment, then, with flushed cheeks, she started to speak...